When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

TALA

He’s not oblivious. A minor change in body language tells him everything. Brushing the soft cotton down my chest, he walks out of the closet and into his bedroom.

“Tala, I got this for you. The only action it has seen is me pumping my cock to the thought of you being bound with it.”

I didn’t have to beg for reassurance.

That alone has the pressure returning as a tidal wave.

“Show me,” I whisper urgently, and drop my weight from him until my feet hit the floor.

He cocks a brow, flicking his moonlit obsidian down to my half-tied bottoms. He doesn’t have to say anything. I pull the other knot until they fall to the floor. With him eyeing my pussy like candy, I undo my triangle top and unwrap the strings from my ribs, letting it clutter on the floor with my bottoms.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself.

“You like what you see?” I ask, smiling cunningly.

He sucks his teeth, pausing on my nipples before looking back up to me. A playful, sultry darkness takes over his face as he slowly slips his bottoms down. “You tell me,” he says gruffly.

My throat bobs, gaping at the most mouthwatering and horrifyingly delicious sight springing out. Aside from his face, his cock is the only place that isn’t tattooed. The shading flows around the curvature of his hips, fading out along his shaven hilt.

It’s long and thick, with a slight curve that will hit the blind spot without even trying. The thick vein running underneath his velvety flesh has him pumped stiff, leaving his rosy tip slick with anticipation.

His big hand wraps around it, and he slowly strokes it right in front of me. “How many times have you come all over your pretty, little fingers to the thought of me?”

I’m not sure why my cheeks are growing warm in embarrassment. This man is pumping his cock in front of me without a lick of shame.

I don’t know if I can say it. Actions speak louder than words. Right?

I back up until hisfootboardhits my calves. I lower myself down, lay flat on my back with my knees up, and open my legs wide. I know I’m soaked, and I know that’s what he’s hungrily staring at. I reach down, rubbing over my aching bud with my middle finger, and start the medium paced circles that I know I like.

His cock bobs as he lets it go, and he darts in between my legs, knees thundering into the floor. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he marvels aggressively. Without warning, his wet tongue skates over my weeping entrance, a groan following right behind. “So sweet.”

My fingers wrap up in his long, messy hair, tracking his tongue coasting up my desperate clit. He looks up through his thick, dark lashes, slowly teasing me into his mouth.

“Jax,” I whine, rolling my hips into him.

He releases it, and I almost get pissed until I see the stream of saliva falling from his lips. It splashes cold over my bud, rolling down and mixing with the juices from my entrance.

I’ve only been lying here for maybe two minutes and the sheets underneath me are soaked.

He slightly funnels his tongue, licking up me like I’m ice cream. “Jax, you’re so fucking hot for that, but you’re pissing me off,” I hiss.

He smileswolfishly, the moon casting over his side and twinkling the amusement in his eyes. “Put your palms together,” he orders. My eyes thin defiantly, but I heed his command. “Such a good girl,” he whispers against me, and sucks me into his mouth as a reward for obedience.

I mewl, my stomach rolling from the shock of pleasure. Before I can pry my hands apart to grab my tits like fucking Life Alert, he runs the red rope over my wrists.

Working his magical tongue and stoking the inferno burning inside me, he starts binding my hands together in a prayer with the soft cotton. He works slowly, taking enjoyment out of pleasuring me while intently watching the way he pulls and knots the rope around my hands.

I’ve never had such intense tingles run head to toe. It makes me lightheaded and every muscle in my abdomen tenses up. I’m not sure if it’s even English that comes off my tongue as the match gets struck and thrown into gasoline, spitting the volatile flames through my veins.

“Oh, my God,” I moan, legs shaking violently around his annoyingly perfect face.

He strips me down to the last drop, until I physically cannot handle it anymore and crawl backwards away from his mouth. The euphoria hits me like a truck, and I can do nothing but lie limply, catching my breath and looking at Satan’s self-satisfied grin.

He stands up over me, cock still hard enough to cut diamonds. “I am your God, little wolf. And I’m listening to your prayers and pleas.”

His God complex should disgust me.

It doesn’t. Instead, it makes me eager to return the favor.

With my head still spinning like a record, I sit up and swoop my legs underneath me to sit on my knees. Like a desperate whore, I open my mouth and flatten my tongue over my bottom lip.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans, sliding his hand into my hair. He looks over the sight, slowly stroking his cock in my face.

I have an intense craving to please this man. It’s a venom that has full control of me, moving me closer to his intoxicating pheromones. He doesn’t protest. He watches me suck his rosy tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the groove and lapping up his anticipation.

Pinpricks fire up on my scalp from his merciless grip, and I use the encouragement to open wider and take more of him into my mouth. I only stop when I physically cannot take anymore. Which is only halfway down.

With blurry vision, I look up through my lashes while bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks.

His brows are pinched in pleasure and his chest heaves with the heavy breaths pouring from his parted lips. “You look so pretty praying to me.” He tilts his head back, snapping it right back down. “Why are you so fucking good at this?” he asks angrily through gritted teeth.

I funnel my tongue and pull all the way up to his tip, letting it pop out of my mouth. “Practice,” I smile.

He’s a savage wet dream. It honestly makes me feel giddy as hell seeing him get jealous.

Is that morally right? Nope.

Does that make me a hypocrite? Yep.

His lip twitches, and his eyes darken. “The fuck did you just say?” he snarls.

I raise my inner brows innocently, taking his monster cock back into my mouth. It’s short lived as he snatches my head back by my hair, a loud pop ringing out from his cock pulling free of my suction. “Jax, what the fuck,” I bite out.

He looms down, getting nose to nose with me. “What. Did. You. Say. Tala?”

“Pract-”

My single word splits into a yelp, getting pulled onto my back and flipped over to my stomach before I can blink. He manhandles my hips, jerking them up and putting my ass straight in the air. My pussy clenches, and his palm roughly cracks against my ass cheek, instituting straight fire to smart over the handprint.

I whine, shoving my face into his sheets to muffle it. He rubs over the pain, easing it into pleasure. “You will only seeme, feelme, think ofme.” Wetness rolls through the crack of my ass, over my forbidden muscle, stopping in the juices still pouring out of my vagina. “Do you understand?” he asks sharply.

My mouth opens for a moan, stretching around what I assume to be two fingers. “Yes-yes, sir,” I pant.

“Hmm,” he growls furiously. “I don’t think you do, Tala. I think you need a visible lesson.”

He feeds the flame for a moment, curling his fingers into my inner walls and hitting the spot that makes my vision shake. But he withdraws them, and I can hear his lips smack like he’s cleaning them off. As I start to look back at him, he flips me back over and pulls me up into him.

He’s mad.

The ticking jaw and haunted eyes are a dead giveaway.

My wrists hurt. They’re pinned together and sandwiched tightly in between our sweaty bodies. I don’t dare say a word though. I’m more worried about not pissing myself over what he’s about to do and where he’s taking me.

He pushes a door open with authority, the moon washing over how livid his scowl is right now. I glance around at the mirrors lining the walls of what looks like a home studio for martial arts.

The head of his cock brushes my wetness as he brings us down to the black mats on the floor, and my body begins trembling with nerves. “I was just teasing you… I’m sorry.”

“Mm-hmm.” He stares coldly, sitting up on his knees. “Turn around and put that insane ass up in the air. I want your chest on the floor, elbows propping your prayer hands up.”

I stare back, dumbfounded. “I’m going to need a fucking wheelchair to get out of here, Jax. No. Not happening. I’m not letting you disable me.”

“I’ll push you around if it comes to that,” he says tonelessly.

I briefly look down at what he’s wanting to shove inside me at that angle. I panic and flip over onto my knees to attempt a runaway.

I don’t make it further than my knees before he’s rushing behind me and shoving me into the position he wanted.

It’s not comfortable and my shoulders feel like they’re going to snap. But I look into the mirrors—and fully understand why he’d want it.

It’s hot. I look like his own personalpornstarthat’s praying for his ungodly dick to wreck my insides. The sight of him behind me, making eye contact with me in the mirror—has my pussy pulsing and begging.

It’s just mentally horrifying.

Staring at me darkly, he palms my ass, using his thumb to rub my clit. “You have my name tattooed on you, yet you forget who should fill your pretty head.”

I shake my head, desperate breaths warming my lips.

“No?” He moves his hand, smearing my wetness over his name. “I’ll make sure of that. By the time I decide we’re done, your own personal galaxies are going to swirl around in those Venus eyes of yours, baby.”

My eyes widen, watching him center himself to my entrance. “Or they’re going to swirl around from being knocked out of my skull,” I whimper.

He finally cracks, letting out a little laugh.

“I’m glad you find that funny,” I finish with a high-pitched panic as his rough palm grips my hip.

“Relax, little wolf. My goal isn’t to hurt you. It’s to make you see and feel things you’ve never experienced before. I want to blind you with pleasure, force you to only see me.”

My heartbeat is in my cheeks. It’s thundering like a scared goddamn rabbit. But my pussy is eagerly rubbing against his tip, practically inviting the monster inside.

His brows pinch, looking down at the sight. “Phew,” he shakes his head. “Your pussy is going to haunt me.”

My jaw drops as he eases in, stretching me to abnormal lengths. “If it fucking fits! Oh, my God, Jax, what the fucking fuck?” I whine.

He sinks farther in, throwing his head back on a groan and thrusting ever so slightly. “Your tight cunt was made for me, it belongs to me, and I’m going to claim every inch of it,” he says huskily, sharp with possession.

He’s not even halfway in and I feel overfilled, as if he’s cramming against my cervix and somehow pushing past that.

My legs tremor as I watch him double grip my hips, knowing there’s more to take and not enough room. He rocks his hips, pushing in at least two more inches that makes him moan so huskily—I almost forget about my bruising cervix.

“I know it’s a tight fit, but you’re doing such a good job,” he praises, pushing in to the hilt.

My eyes roll back, a long, raspy moan echoing off the mirrors. It feels like his cock is climbing up my fucking throat, but he’s hitting a spot that makes my pussy tingle, and my inner walls finally start molding to his shape.

His thrusts get longer, making me feel all of him. The way he rolls his hips is fluid like the waves that fold over into the ocean, stealing your breath if you get caught in them.

“Who’s fucking you?” he asks, a hint of jealousy coming back through.

I divert my eyes to the hunter that’s annihilating my insides. “You,” I whine.

“Say my name, Tala.”

“Jax,” I moan, arching my back and meeting his momentum.

“Attagirl,” he growls, running a firm hand up my back. “Fuckin’ hell, look at you. You have to forgive me for getting a little jealous, baby. You’re so goddamn captivating, it pisses me off that others have gotten to see you like this, have gotten to feel how tight your sweet pussy is.”

He looks away, but even through blurry vision I can see his lip twitching. Apparently, my vagina likes it though. She clenches around him, juices sloshing out and splattering on the mat, and the pressure builds steadily in my lower stomach.

Chants of his name and staccato moans fill the silence, aside from his aggravated breaths. And I ride him harder, vision wavering into flashes of moonlight as the pressure explodes, sending a foreign release to geyser all over his cock. It streams down my stomach, puddling under my squished tits.

“Oh, my God, Jax,” I moan, tears rolling down my hot cheeks.

“You have to stop sounding so goddamn hot or I’m not going to last as long as I wanted. I’m barelyhangin’ on here,” he says desperately, Southern accent somehow thicker.

I puddle into the floor with my mess, feeling absolutely spent from the earth-shattering orgasm that just ripped me to shreds.

He pulls out, and deftly flips me over. “Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, analyzing my face.

I nod, incapable of speech.

He disappears for a moment, coming back with a black knife. In a swift slice, the rope falls from my numb hands. I rotate them around to get blood flowing, but I’m not done until he’s done.

With him still looming over me in worry, dog tag dangling in my face, I reach up to weave my fingers in his hair and pull his lips down to mine. He groans, and I wrap my legs around his hips to grind against his soaked erection.

“Just because I made a mess all over your cock doesn’t mean I’m done,” I smile against his lips.

He hikes a brow. “Yeah? You want me to-” He pushes back inside me, hitting a new angle that makes my hazy eyes roll. “You’re so fucking divine,” he drawls warmly.

I hold on to him as he lifts me up and gets to his feet, still full of his monster dick. “I’m sorry I made you mad. I’ll definitely do it again knowing the outcome.” I laugh at hisunamusedscowl.

With one hand digging into my hip, the other snakes up my back and into my hair. I expect domineering words from him, but he just crashes his lips to mine and rolls his tongue inside my mouth.

Moans transfer back and forth from us, sharing breaths and sloppily tasting each other. My back hits the cold sheets on his bed, and both of his dominant grips relax, turning into caresses over my inner thigh and down my chest.

While skating his tongue as far back as he can, he slides in until his hilt rubs my thrumming clit. It prompts the neediest, sluttiest whine from me, echoing in his mouth like he’s collecting my soul.

Feels like it too.

My legs are bent up and wide open as he fucks me like Poseidon controls his hips. The strokes are fluid and long, quick but steady, and making me feel every inch of him. My body is on a completely different wavelength. I’m vibrating in red hot tingles and seeing flashes of colors that band into the stars swirling in my head.

I grab my tits like they’re my lifeline, like they’re the only thing to keep me tethered to this reality.

My nails dig into my flesh, and I chant his name like I’m his disciple—praying to a religion crafted solely for me.

My eyes clear long enough to see the moon washing over his thick brows pinched in pleasure as husky moans fall from his parted lips.

It’s fucking criminal.

The tidal wave turns into a catastrophic tsunami, destroying every nerve ending in its demanding path. My stomach turns to stone and my vagina greedily tightens around the weapon making critical hits.

“Fuck, Tala,” he groans. “Your pussy wants to milk my cock, so you’re going to fill up on my cum like a good girl.”

I barely hear him. My entire body is shaking, and my own moans are swimming in my head. This orgasm doesn’t want to die. He’s feeding the flame oxygen by steadily driving into me and giving me audible porn while he spills inside me.

He forces my hands away from my lifeline, hooking them behind his head. His pace slows and his rough palms slide up my shaking thighs—and he kisses me sweetly.

The connection we have is otherworldly.

And now, there’s a massive knot in that rope binding our souls.

He slowly pulls out, obsidian eyes gazing at me. “Forever isn’t long enough with you, little wolf.”

I gasp sarcastically. “Jax Scythe, are you pussy whipped?”

His killer smile flashes in the moonlight, and he crawls down my body, lowering his amused face in between my thighs.

My eyes widen, thinking this man’s about to go down on my abused pussy. But he swerves his head, keeping his eyes on mine as he presses his lips to my inner thigh… and kisses along the scars I thought would release me.

Little did I know, my extra candle would come in the form as a savage, ruthless murderer—who’s so fucking sweet to me. He knows how to be assertive and dominant—without hitting me, or hog tying me, or screaming in my face.

Although, I wouldn’t mind Jax hog tying me.